WHERE IS MOTHER

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Where is this mother,
Of whose tales,my lonely nights were made
Whose love moved my father
And my father’s father
To make great odes to one soo beloved
Where is this mother!

What have we done to this mother,
She that once nurtured us
Now seeks to have us dead
On this land
She fed and made us merry
This land now feeds scavengers
Who make merry on her children’s rotten flesh
Blood have been drank and bones vomited
Permanent abode of venomous snakes
These grounds were mother’s land
These grounds are murder lands
What have we done for these… Mother!